I Drink Milk But My Bones Still Break.

I can talk but I talk too much.

Just as I can spell but not deffinetly.

I drink milk but my bones still break.

I can sing but my voice will waver.

But it's not about the song.

That plays time and time again but not because it's a truly good song...no.

It's playing perchance there is a small piece of shrapnel in the lyrics that could give you some inspiration to pull your head out of...the clouds.

And while I'm leg crossing and eye widening, I'm trying to appear like I couldn't care less that each passing second is a fraction of my life ticking by, because what's the use of having fast reflexes if nothing is ever thrown your way?

I can talk but I talk too much.

And I can write for miles and in my mind there's no negative reciprocal for that.